Page 40 of One Last Time
Doing things I promised my friends I wouldn’t evenattempt.
The way she smiles without any reservations, sings as if no one is listening, and danced with me without hesitation have all combined to make me well and truly fucked. I couldn’t walk away now if I wantedto.
The car ride has been quiet. Kristin seems lost in herself, and I don’t want to push her. I think through all the stupid shit I let fly out of my mouth, hoping I didn’t sound like alunatic.
“You okay?” I ask as we pull into herdriveway.
“Yeah, sorry, just piecing together the article in my head.” Shesmiles.
“I hope I gave enough for theinterview.”
“You did. I think it’ll begreat.”
I nod once and exit the car. I know this isn’t a date, but my mother would kick my ass all the way back to the farm if I didn’t treat a woman with respect and open her door. The few steps I take, I remind myself to backoff.
After a deep breath, I pull the door open and help her out. She wobbles a little, catching herself in my arms. I pull her against me, holding her a bit closer than strictly necessary. Kristin’s eyes lift, and there’s no denying the desire floating in them. I can feel her pulse racing, but I lock myselfdown.
“Noah,” she says my name with asigh.
“Tell me you don’t feel anything.” I give her a chance out of this. I’ll let her go if she says the words. “Tell me to stop coming around and that you’re notinterested.”
“Ican’t. . .”
My hand slides up her back, molding her body to mine. “I want to kissyou.”
She shakes her head, but her fingers move against my chest and find their way to the back of my neck. “Weshouldn’t.”
“No, we shouldn’t,” I agree. “But if you don’t stop me, I’m goingto.”
Kristin’s fingers play with the hair at mynape.
My restraint isslipping.
“Three.” I start tocount.
“Two.”
Kristin moves a little closer to my mouth, and I’mdone.
Our lips meet, and I lean her back against the car, pinning her so she can’t escape. I kiss her as if it could be the last kiss we ever share. My hands move higher so I can cup her neck. When she sighs, I take the opening and slide my tongue inside. Kristin kisses me back, meeting me in every way. She wants me just as much as I wanther.
Each time her tongue reaches mine, she makes a sound that goes straight to my dick. As much as I wish I could’ve kissed her last night, I’m damn glad she can’t blame this on alcohol. My hands move down her body, loving every curve anddip.
Her fingers roam back to my chest, and her body tenses before she pushes meback.
“That . . .” She struggles to catch her breath. “Thatwas. . .”
“Fantastic.” I finish forher.
“Yes. It was, but that shouldn’t have happened. Damn it. What is wrong withme?”
I take her face in my hands. “Nothing is wrong withyou.”
Kristin’s eyes fill with regret. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have donethat.”
“You didn’t do anything.” This is all my fault. I’m the one who kissed her when I know all the shit she is going through. “It’s me who should besorry.”
Kristin looks at the ground. “No, you shouldn’t. I wanted you to kiss me. I wanted to kiss you, and I want a lot more, but Ican’t. . .”
